Some feelings linger, they keep on burning despite life, despite fate, despite ourselves. They bloom in the most deserted places in our hearts, they bloom even when one leaves them in the dark. Some feelings become a part of who we are, theyโre in every breath we take, โ
You behave differently now. And maybe that is what makes me play my new role so well.
We are strangers, just familiar enough to hit our marks, saying all the right damned lines.
โIs it the game you hate or the fact that someone else is finally playing it at your level?โ
Who is going to crack first under the weight of this distance?
We shattered the masks; a shout in the dark that echoed absolutely nothing back.
The truth is lodged in the lump in your throat. I lean in, not for solace, but to toast your performanceโโ
What a well-worn deceit.
i am marked for death, and wander aimless; a man of a half-life. there is a grief that chips away at me, there is a pre-mourning to my last stride. stranger, you might clasp my hand and still feel my flesh; but make no mistake, i am as fleeting as ash on wind.
You're the light in my life of darkness, @BeautyOfAMess.
Some prayers are answered, some wishes come true. Which one is yours?
PS. For me to stop this chaos ain't an option, just in case.
My brows pinch together. As the cop that took the shot nudges her into the patrol car a little too rushed; she adds โYouโre breaking into something worse.โ
My hands are covered in blood
when my communicator blows, โLana, I need you in the station now.โ
being made, and in alerting the department minutes ago about what was happening, I have lost the opportunity to find out more from the actual source.
I reach finally for what he was looking for, itโs only a couple of tickets for a concert show. โThis isnโt what you think.โ โ